Hivik, God of Fire and the Forge

High in the heavens, just below the heart of the universe that we call the sun, sits a kingdom. This kingdom is built with gold and silver and platinum, every building a castle in its own unique way. A kingdom that never ages and is a place mankind only sees in their most blessed of dreams, and even then only when invited. This kingdom is simply referred to as "the Realm of the Gods." The Realm of the Gods used to have an official name, but said name was removed from the public consciousness after the previous regime was disposed of.

On one of the outer walls of the giant gestalt castle that was this realm sat a peaceful meadow walled off by bricks of the cleanest of ivory. This meadow is known as "Floranventir", or "Florae's Meadow of Vanilla", named after both its owner and for the aroma of vanilla flowers that permeated the air.

Under the shade of a pavilion held up by various marble columns covered in vines and flower laid Hivik, all clothes discarded to the ground.

Hivik is the God of the Forge and the current God of Fire, both titles bestowed upon him when he came of age. While Hivik is several hundreds of years old, he is physically and mentally eighteen years old, having come of age only three hundred years ago. He is fairly unimpressive compared to many of the other deities that governed the various realms. He has brown hair, short but shaggy, a pair of glimmering green eyes freckles, a lean, tanned body covered in freckles and a wooden peg leg that made up the lower half of his right leg. While fairly attractive by mortal standards, he is considered plane and average to his fellow gods, and is thus depicted in mortal art and song as being rather lame and even monstrous.

That isn't to say that he undesirable to anybody in the Realm of the Gods. In-fact, the reason why he was here was so that he could be with a fellow deity that gave him the time of day, as well as a few more things if you catch my drift.